One Sticky Night
"Justin, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I am making flan."
"You're making flan. That's nice.....What the fuck is flan?!"
"It's custard with a syrupy caramel topping."
"And the custard is made, how?"
"With milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla, and a touch of nutmeg."
"I'm gaining weight just thinking about it. And after you make this culinary nightmare, you expect me to eat it."
"Well, it is kinda sweet and I know you're not really into dessert, so I could eat it all by myself."
"Oh, so I get to watch while you gorge yourself on dessert."
"You could help me eat it."
"And how do I help you eat something that gooey looking?"
"You could be my very special plate. My very warm, sticky plate. Of course you'd have to cooperate."
"I'm intrigued. Just how do I cooperate."
"You get naked."
"I can do that."
"Lay down on the futon cushions, I wouldn't want to mess up the duvet."
"Good thinking."
"Then I take a little of the warm flan and spread it in your nice flat belly."
"Uh huh. And then what?"
"I lick it all off and of course I may want seconds."
"Hmm, I may just like flan."
"I thought you would."
"Do you think I could have some?"
"I'd share."
"Would you be my very warm sticky plate?"
"Oh yeah!"
"And you'd be a cooperative plate?"
"Very cooperative."
"So, is it done?"
"Almost, why don't you get naked and get the cushions ready. It needs to cool a little."
"And what do we do while it cools?"
"I'm sure you'll come up with something."
"Evil little boy."
"And you love me that way."
"Yeah, I do."
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